the highland widow's lament
    oh i am come to the low countrie,
    ochon, ochon, ochrie!
    without a penny in my purse,
    to buy a meal to me.
    it was na sae in the highland hills,
    ochon, ochon, ochrie!
    nae woman in the country wide,
    sae happy was as me.
    for then i had a score o'kye,
    ochon, ochon, ochrie!
    feeding on you hill sae high,
    and giving milk to me.
    and there i had three score o'yowes,
    ochon, ochon, ochrie!
    skipping on yon bonie knowes,
    and casting woo' to me.
    i was the happiest of a' the clan,
    sair, sair, may i repine;
    for donald was the brawest man,
    and donald he was mine.
    till charlie stewart cam at last,
    sae far to set us free;
    my donald's arm was wanted then,
    for scotland and for me.
    their waefu' fate what need i tell,
    right to the wrang did yield;
    my donald and his country fell,
    upon culloden field.
    oh i am come to the low countrie,
    ochon, ochon, ochrie!
    nae woman in the warld wide,
    sae wretched now as me.